Post by Harley Carrero on Jul 31, 2011 12:07:38 GMT
Harley liked to walk. She found it calming... Also, no SMILE members came this far out of town. They all tended to stay where they were primarily needed... And if the odd SMILE worker came out here, then there was plenty of trees and such to hide in. It wouldn't be hard to avoid someone who wasn't used to being in the fields. Harley, though, was used to being out here.
Jogging over to a dead tree, Harley pulled her grey hood over her head and let her smile drop. She got to the tree only minutes later and began to climb. Her trainers didn't have much of a grip on the tree, but her grip in her hands were good enough to make up for it... Or at least, they were good enough to partially make up for it...
Getting to the fourth layer of branches in her tree, Harley sat and glanced up as she felt something hit her hood. Of course. Rain clouds. Harley was a little surprised that there were rain clouds, considering the field she was sitting in the tree of was a wasteland of fairly dry dirt and no crops...
She remembered what she'd learnt in history, about how Africa used to be like this... She couldn't remember what the teacher had said about how Africa was now, but she assumed it couldn't have gotten that much better...
Praise the heavens for Saturdays. Had she been a Catholic, she could have recited a hundred hail-Marys simply for the joy of it; after all, someone had to be watching out for her today.
Of course, that wasn't to say that Nadya wasn't watching out for herself.
At least, she believed she was, which (as she tripped over a lump in the earth and nearly went flying), certainly counted for a lot. The Rebellion probably hadn't started out with guns and stuff: they'd believed in their cause, and their own invulnerability, enough to get them. She glanced up sharply, the wind whipping through her hair. The field was blessedly empty, and she exhaled slowly. Thank goodness. Even thinking about them was too dangerous; SMILE could be anywhere. Kids in her class occasionally spouted horror stories, behind bright smiles or closed toilet doors; stories of SMILE members who could read your expression so well that they could tell you what you had for breakfast every morning. Amazing, how a facial expression could now be the difference between being there and... well. And Nadya knew even a stray thought could give her away. She always felt safer with a crowd around her, other faces moving to the beat of the same drum. It was easier to hide because the crowd was infectious, an animal mentality that smoothed over any dangerous ideas of your own. Soothing, in its way. She brushed a stray length of hair behind her ear, trudging further into the cropped, weed-infested field, and suddenly noticed the great, black rainclouds that were hovering overhead. 'Oh boy.' And, of course, the field was entirely void of tree-cover. There was just corn-stubble and thistles as far as the eye could-- Tree!
Admittedly, it was a bad idea run towards tall things in such black weather, and the tree looked as if it had been hit by lightening many times before, but it was the nearest cover. And... She pulled the camera out of her sleeve, turned it on, and paused to snap a few shots. Who knows, she might get some good photos out of it. Photos, of course, not paintings. She'd already tried bringing a canvas, paints and even the damn easel into fields before. In simple words? Bad idea. The rain suddenly began to bucket down, and she let out a shriek of surprise as one fat drop splashed down the back of her shirt. It was getting colder than Fenrir's nose out here, but what did she care? The shriek quickly turned into peals of laughter as she raced against the elements, leaping over hillocks and slipping down ruts. As the earth became more mud than solid earth, her foot slipped and she tumbled forward, knocking the breath from her lungs. She was pretty well soaked to the skin, but she couldn't stop now. All it took was a little more effort... She reached the tree and fell against it, still laughing between lungfuls of wet, heavy air. Apart from the cling of cold fabric against her skin, the fact that she was caked in mud from the waist down seemed to have escaped her. The camera in her hand received a quick wipe-down and was pronounced good as new, and she sat down in the mud, still breathing in the smell of rain.
The girl sitting above her remained entirely unnoticed.
Post by Harley Carrero on Aug 2, 2011 19:06:37 GMT
Merely to help with something in this post.
Harley had jumped from shock at the girl's shriek and almost fallen, but had grabbed the trunk and branch of where she sat. She, obviously, had noticed the girl and decided to watch her. Harley wasn't good with heights. Even though she wanted to alert the girl of her presence, Harley didn't think that it would be a good idea to scream... It might scare the girl... And so, because it was easier, she didn't try to get down. Harley was good with getting into trees, but she could not get down easily. Quite the opposite, actually. Instead, she looked down at the girl, a rather worried look plastered onto her face, while she held onto both the trunk of the tree and the branch she was sat on a little tighter. Here's hoping she wouldn't fall, eh?
The rain was cold, but Harley loved it. She loved cold weather, and she loved the rain. She tilted her head back and her hood fell down as drops fell onto her face. Harley's lips spread into a genuine grin of joy and she gave a small giggle. Her giggle was rather high pitched, much like her voice sometimes, and so she wouldn't have been surprised if the girl below had heard her...
Well, Harley had wanted to get the girl's attention. This seemed to be the easiest way... Unplanned, but easiest.